oopsies.

my hero and role-model did not win album of the year.
perhaps this means I need to step up my whoring-around for gender equality campaign.

but really, why are girls sluts for doing things that are normal for guys? so dumb.

also, I keep forgetting to pick up the three rolls of film I got developed. WHOOPS. I will pick them up tomorrow, I suppose. I hope my pictures came out well.
if they did, I will post them and write poems and stories and ballads and interoffice memos based off of them. I will get reeeeeal fucking artsy. and you will like it.

or, you'll be like, "look at that fucking hipster." and I'll be like, "NO. that's rachel. I just wanna be worthwhile and perhaps a little bit grunge, if I have to label myself for you. didn't you love the 90s as much as I did? I realize I was only a child back then, but I knew what was good. also, I really liked hootie and the blowfish in preschool." and you will say, "that's nice, but they weren't a grunge band." and I will retort, "well obviously, good sir. but clearly if hootie and the blowfish was my favorite band at age four and I distinctly remember rocking out to them after snack time, I remember other important stuff from the 90s. like how the grunge kids dressed and their cool music. and as a preschooler, I wanted to be like them except, seeing as I was four, I did not know how to go about doing so. but now I do know. plus, I also remember loving it when my brothers listened to the smashing pumpkins. and I sometimes like to wear boots with dresses and not bathe. it works."
"although, I would rather just be worthwhile and not have a clear-cut label. however, 'occasionally a little bit grunge' has asymmetrical-fuzzy edges and therefore is fine." then, you will accept defeat and back away.
or perhaps fear and confusion are why you leave.
whatever. I still win.


I need to bathe. I think my hair is a fire hazard.

...virginia woolf.